A/ N: This one's a little shorter. Sorry folks.
Earlier that night
Steve couldn't help but laugh at the struggling, drugged girl. Her petite yet curvy frame kept knocking things over as Hawkeye tried to be patient with her stubborn attitude.
"Gus! Just let me pick you and carry you to your room," he stated as he reached for her. She clumsily dodged his hands and knocked over a lamp.
"Oops! Well, it was ugly any way. I don't need your help Robin Hood. I am an independent wo-" her sentence was cut off when her dangerously high shoes got snagged on the edge of the carpet and she tumbled face first toward the floor.
Steve's reflexes kicked in before he could think and swooped her up. His bare hands were grasping her arms. He suddenly felt confusion, disorientation, amusement, and fear. Not expecting this to happen, he dropped the girl with a loud thud. Barton burst out laughing and moved to help Gus up.
"What the hell? Ughhh. My whole body hurts. I feel like nothing is actually connected to me. Like is my arm actually here?" She lifted her arm and shook it in front of Hawkeye's face.
"Sorry Ma'am. You… caught me off guard. And yes that is your actual arm," Steve stated.
"Barton, who is this guy who keeps calling me ma'am? He's hot! I should talk to him," she leaned in a whispered the last part, but was still loud enough that Captain America could hear.
Barton gingerly set her down on the couch, took off her shoes, and pulled out a medical kit. The girl had been roughed up pretty bad. Her lip was busted and there was dry blood on her chin.
"How about this? If you're a good patient, I'll tell you anything you want to know about this hottie when we are done? Sound good? Okay, Other than your busted lip, can you tell me what hurts?"
She looked down, her long brown hair covering her freckled covered face like a curtain. She mumbled something and then pointed towards her torso.
"I'm going to lift up your shirt cricket, that okay?" She clearly was uncomfortable, but nodded her head in consent.
Steve turned his body away from her, trying to give the young lady privacy.
"Well, your third rib is definitely bruised, possibly fractured. There is blood on your jeans, were these already ripped or did this happen in the alley?" Clint asked.
"Oh they were already ripped," she replied, "but I think my knee was scrapped up when he dragged me into the alley. "
"I am going to put some peroxide on it, ointment on your ribs, and when you are lucid then we can give you some pain pills."
August looked over at Steve who was still staring at the door and smiled a big goofy grin.
"Now tell me who that cutie pie is Clint! Is he a superhero too?" She poked her finger at his chest and wiggled her eyebrows.
As Clint finished bandaging her knee, he stated, "That my dear, is Steve Rogers."
She immediately stood up knocking Clint off of her.
"Steve Rogers? As in the Steve Rogers?" she questioned, her eyes flicking between the two men.
At this point Steve had turned around. He knew that August probably wouldn't remember this, but it was important that he made a good impression. Barton had told him to shake her hand, skin to skin. This would show August that he wasn't scared and had nothing to hide. He extended his hand.
Instead of reaching out her own hand, August unbuttoned her pants and unzipped the zipper surprisingly quick.
"Whoa Gus! I raised you better than that! Don't you take off your pants for someone just because you think they are attractive!" Clint tried to grab at her, but she hopped over the other side of the room.
"But Clint! I'm fixin to show him-"
"That's enough! You aren't fixin to show him anything!" He stomped towards her. She yelped and got one pant leg off. Pointing down at her underwear, "LOOK! They are Captain America panties!" She tripped and fell to the floor still trying to wiggle her other leg out laughing like a lunatic.
Steve turned bright red and let out an uncomfortable laugh. Finally, free of her pants, she pointed to her boyshort underwear that were red, white, and blue.
"See? I am a big fan! I love captains! And I love Americas!"
Clint picked her up and threw her as gently as he could, avoiding that hurt rib, over his shoulder.
Steve was getting a little flustered. Her cute ass was in the air and he could clearly see written, "The First Avenger."
"Sorry man! She is normally not like this at all. Must be the drugs talking. I'll get her into bed."
"But Clint! I want him to see how legit they are! Come count the stripes Steve! They are very detailed! 13 of these suckers!" She yelled with drunken sincerity. Steve finally lost it, erupting into a stream of laughter.
It was clear to him that this girl was going to change his life… and hopefully Bucky's life as well.